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A man of a thousand names you are |
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What is your truth so filled with sorrow |
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In light we'll baptize our new Messiah |
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A morning star of might and force |
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Anointed in pleasures and lively love |
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Raise your chalice and drink with desire |
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Let our horns resound with pride |
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And golden showers reign in the sky |
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Diminished you'll be reminder of mourn |
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As our shadows embrace this worldly soil |
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An abstruse banquet of excelsior's and worms |
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Where the torpid son is dancing in thorns |
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Your humble candles begin to flicker |
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With sterling happiness we grant relief |
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Devoured and conquered you'll be by the sword |
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When our burning fires enlighten the war |
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Dance and revel as incompetence dies |
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In an eclipse of passion celebrating delight |
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Flaming silhouettes in the distance at dawn |
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Victorious laughter out-conquers abhor |
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Touch our sharpened ebony daggers |
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Covered in blood of the shattered flock |
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This absolute supper with maggots |
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With thirteen black candles burning for love |
